Great Vacation with my Guys

Home Sweet Home and we're all feeling super accomplished.

Lazy Day in Paradise

Candy and I hung at the pool all morning while the guys completed their final dives. After lunch at Morritt's, we all drove to Rum Point for some sightseeing and a drink. It was back to the East End for happy hour In the pool before dinner at The Italian Kitchen. Loads of fun on our last day in Grand Cayman.

27 Miles on a Rusty Huffy

With the guys out for a big boat dive Tuesday afternoon and Candy off to the spa, I took a bike from Morritt's and ended up riding on a fun adventure. After a few stops along the way, Rum Point was the end of the road.

Killing the Day

It was a beautiful sunrise on the east end. The guys had a 9am dive scheduled Monday near Seven Mile Beach, so Candy and I ventured along for the ride.

Still down with my cold, I was comforted by an amazing cup of "Feel Good" tea at South West Collective. Candy and I then browsed the shops, looking at plenty of diamonds and souvenirs with day trippers from the cruise ship in port.

We greeted our divers back at the fun dive vibe shop and enjoyed a terrific lunch at Rackhams in town.

After a harrowing ride of roundabouts and right-side-driver mayhem, a fun tasting of rum and distillation tour left us laughing like crazy at Cayman Spirits Co.

We made a nice pasta dinner at the condo and bed early. Exhausting!

Same Old, Same Old

It's all about sun, sea, food and drink in Grand Cayman. All you can eat lobster was on the menu for Saturday night at Morritt's.

The divers had a leisurely Sunday morning before heading out to Sunset House for a shore dive to see the bronze beauty, a 9 foot mermaid statue down 55 feet. Will said it was his all time favorite dive so far.

Saturday's lunch at Eagle Ray's Dive Bar lead us to Tukka's for Sunday dinner. We enjoyed waterside dining under the flip-flop tree and the pink full moon.

Off to Grand Cayman

Home only a few days and nursing the worse cold in recent memory. The neighbors planned a dive trip with us to Morritts Resort in the Cayman Islands. Will planned his vacation time accordingly and off we went.

We loaded up the plane with gear for fun and sun. It was a beautiful flight in the Bonanza. My first trip in the little plane in years. It was fun flying over Marco, the Florida Keys and Cuba. Quick and easy! The guys were diving within hours of our departure.

Foggy MVY

Our flight to Camp Kieve yesterday was delayed a couple of hours due
to morning fog at the airport. We had a great reunion with the
blogson in Maine and brought him back to the island. Martha's Vineyard
is very crowded. This is probably peak tourist weekend, but it seems
to be busier than usual.

Twenty Four Hours: JFK, Jr. and the Family

As if being at a Yankee's game isn't exciting enough, I was absolutely thrilled to behold a memorable celebrity-sighting ten years ago in the Bronx. The very handsome Yankee fan, JFK, Jr., was occupying a box seat near the Yankee dugout, not too far from our seats. While most of the 49,000 attendees had no idea of Kennedy's presence at the game, I couldn't take my eyes off him. Sigh! The next evening, just about the time JFK, Jr. was taking off from a New Jersey airport in his private plane, we were taking off from a nearby airport in our single engine plane. Usually, we fly to our home on Martha's Vineyard, but that night we were visiting family in Pittsburgh. It was a hot and steamy night. The bloghusband flew at a higher altitude than normal because of haze's effect on his visibility while flying into the sunset. We awoke the next morning and were simply crushed to learn of the tragic demise of Kennedy's flight in route to the vineyard. My first thought was how the haze, while flying over water, must have made the horizon indistinguishable. Ten years later, people still tend to analyze and critique the accident. Pilots are a curious breed, and never will they criticize another pilot. The bloghusband merely says that every pilot has a different risk tolerance level.

February on the Vineyard

"Where is everyone", we asked the lineman at MVY. "Hey, this is busy", he said as he drove us from our plane to our truck in the long term parking. It was one bumpy flight, and I'm happy to be alive.

Poker Face, Poker Voice: God Love the Pilots

As many readers here know, the bloghusband is a private pilot. Wild Willy and I log more than a few hours of flight time every year in our 1977 single engine, six-place, Beechcraft Bonanza. Mostly, we fly to our home on Martha's Vineyard, but through the years, and before the birth of our son, we had many adventures into the wild blue yonder. No stranger to brushes with death while sitting in the right seat, I secretly try to determine if my pilot, in fact, is as freaked out as I am during some flights. Oddly, my pilot husband is the epitome of composure at all times, even during some of the more serious in-flight incidences, which are inevitable considering hours logged. I just had to chuckle in appreciation and understanding when I listened to the Flight 1549 audiotape, between the pilot and ATC, released today. Two guys, totally calm, trying to arrange a landing, which just so happened to be in the Hudson River.

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Winged Wonder

Mom decided to get some thrills this weekend and joined us for a quick flight to Martha's Vineyard.  Somewhat challenged getting in and out of the Bonanza's tight quarters, Mom settled right in next to the dogs and donned her headset.  She's very proud, and obviously trusting of her pilot son.  Livin' large at 90 something...gotta love it!